Valhalla Unleashed E-Book

D.W. Roach

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

As a veil of darkness descends upon the land of Midgard, the forces of hell emerge to extinguish all life.

But the warriors of Bjorgvin stand ready for a fight to the death.

Audan and Jareth are ready to defend their home and people once more, but the pestilence that infects the Norse world has become stronger than ever. Through the mist, ancient dangers of tooth and claw emerge, leading to a struggle of cataclysmic proportions.

Can the warriors of legend prevent the coming hellfire of the Ragnarok, or is man doomed in front of the power of demonic Asgardian gods?

Leseprobe

Valhalla Unleashed

Marauder Book II

D.W. Roach

Copyright (C) 2015 D.W. Roach

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Published 2021 by Next Chapter

Cover art by Miguel Parisi

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Acknowledgements

I never could have envisioned the success and support that came with the first Marauder book. First and foremost I must thank my love for the unwavering support she has shown throughout this process. An amazing wife, mother, friend, editor and partner in crime. I love you honey, with all my heart.

I would like to sincerely thank my editor, USA Today bestselling Author Cara Lockwood. This is the second time Cara has provided her much need critical eye and guidance to assist me in building a successful story. Thank you Cara!

I would also like to thank Milan Jovanovic for designing the excellent book cover! There was some steep competition and Milan really pulled through to provide the best and most consistent cover design. Thank you Milan!

This is the second book in the Marauder series and if you're reading this, chances are you are a fan and a supporter of my work. Words cannot express the gratitude and appreciation I have for those that support me. Without you, this series, this passion of mine would not be possible. This brutal world I have built from history and Norse mythology has become a piece of me. Now I hope to continue sharing and entertaining you with these epic tales for many years. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Until the Ragnarok. Skal!

One: Healing Wounds

Death, glorious death…

The lifeblood of one's clan is built upon a field of corpses strewn about a magnificent battlefield. We stand upon death, that of our foes and our great Norse ancestors. Their flesh, blood, and bone have been beaten, grinded to dust beneath our feet, building the very pathways to our destiny's end. Sharpen you blades, fierce warriors of Odin, make your hearts hard like iron, and focus on the tasks the gods have set before you this day. Death will be your song, your banner, your resolve. Become the things you fear, the things that linger in the darkest corners of your miserable soul, become…

Death.

The destruction had been done by the Draugr despite them fleeing the battlefield of Bjorgvin at the behest of their dark winged masters, the Valkyries. Most of the village lay in ash and ruin, embers floated amongst the smoke filled skies and all was lost, save the Great Hall. Jareth and I eagerly returned to what remained of our households and tended to our wounds. The weeks ahead were filled with a constant aching and an unnerving feeling that our enemies would return in the dead of night. Through burning sun and blistering cold, men of Bjorgvin stood at their posts and watched the tree lines endlessly. Our enemies never returned to finish what they had started, lest they temp the rage of the All Father. As we rebuilt our homes and mended ties with loved ones, we reflected on those who had moved on to the glory of Valhalla. Many a night, I stared upwards at the burning lights in the darkened sky and wondered if they were torches leading us to Asgard. When I was a child, sitting around the fire my father told me great and wondrous tales: that the lights were the shine from the weapons of our ancestors, that our loved ones kept them sharp and brilliant so we could one day find our way to them. A soft voice suddenly emerged pulling me back from my night time gaze.

“It's cold, my love. What are you doing awake so late with the door open?” I looked back to see Sada, the concern on her brow evident. Turning back, I gazed outside at the crescent moon that slowly fell behind the snowcapped mountains. The streaks of light bouncing off the white powder lit our village nearly as bright as morning. I sighed deeply.

“They will return for us. I hear the mountains groaning; the gods are restless but they do not show themselves. I fear our new found allies may have forgotten us already.” Sada stood from our fur draped bedding; walking to me, she placed her hands around my waist resting her head on my shoulder.

“Do not despair, my love. Odin has a plan; our destinies have already been woven for us. When the time is right he will be here to guide your hand to victory or Valhalla. Until then we must be strong; the gods demand strength. Are you not just happy to be home?” Sada cocked her head to one side with a slight frown upon her face as she moved her hands to my bare chest. She had worked hard to be a good women and any unhappiness from me only made her question her usefulness.

“Of course I am. This time of peace is greatly cherished but I am haunted by the fact that it will not last much longer. Each sweet moment is one I cannot reclaim and soon they will be but memories faded into dust.” I paused to take in a deep breath, the air cooling my lungs. “Do you feel it, Sada? The frost is returning to Bjorgvin. The mountain passes will be snowed in presently.” Sada's chin sank deeper into my shoulder.

“And I am glad for it. We have enough to worry about always gazing at the sea.” Sada was right. With the passes closing, we only had one route for our enemies to strike. I pulled a small axe from my belt and ran my thumb along the blades edge several times. The blade of the axe was still pitted from our previous battles; perhaps it was time to visit the blacksmith to renew its edge.

“I should go check on the watchman; see if they require anything.” As I stepped out of our home Sada grasped my wrist and pulled me back towards her, pressing her warm body against mine.

“Stop worrying and come to bed. The men can handle themselves for one night. You have worked hard for many days and are in need of respite.”

“I suppose you're right, as always,” I said reluctantly and returned quietly to our bed. As I lay down a sigh left my lips. Sada began rubbing my chest and rested her head next to mine.

“You're a complicated man, Audan. You worry too much. Put your fate in the hands of the gods and all will be well.” Sada's words echoed in my head bouncing from ear to ear as I lay awake staring at the straw covered ceiling. I turned to my side and uneasily let sleep come over me as I twisted and turned hearing the words prepare over and over again in my skull.

* * *

“Audan,” a voice called loudly from outside my home. “Audan, wake up.” I rubbed my face coarsely; slowly opening one eye I reluctantly replied.

“Who…, who is it?”

“Who do you think? It's Jareth. Get up!” I turned to my side and exhaled deeply in frustration.

“Go away!” I said in protest.

“We have business to attend to.”

“It is early, brother. What the hell do you want?”

“It's not what I want, it's Father. He demands your presence in the Great Hall.”

“Now?” Jareth popped the door open slightly, peeking his head in.

“Now.” Finally opening my eyes, I could see the suns light peaking in. I had slept soundly after all; no bad dreams. The corner of my lip was cold and as I wiped my face, I noticed I had drooled all over myself. Perhaps the first night of good rest in a long while. I looked over at Sada who barely moved, her beautiful pale feet stuck out from beneath the furs. Leaning over, I gently bit her heel, smiling as I did so. She pulled her feet quickly underneath the furs and cocked her head back to look at me through her long messy hair.

“What do you want, my love? Is something a matter?” she asked.

“I have to go see Father. Have food ready when I return.” Sada moaned and went back to sleep. Standing up, the cold air greeted my body. My muscles ached as I stretched about looking for my clothes. Once dressed, I quietly headed outside to greet the day. The village was silent as the mornings light beat away the dew left by the evening mist.

As I made my way towards the Great Hall, no more than several ships length from my hovel I saw the watchmen standing alert at their post with shield and spear in hand.

“Good morning,” I said. The young men popped up rapidly to return the greeting.

“Good morning, Audan,” they said in unison.

“I take it the evening was uneventful?”

“Quiet as the grave. Not a soul to speak of.” I looked about the village turning my neck slowly left to right.

“Where is your relief? Should he not have been here by now?”

“They are due in any moment. Probably still washing their balls.” We laughed quietly under our breath, everyone was dreadfully tired. A bright color form the watchmen's shield suddenly caught my eye.

“What is that?” Reaching for the man's shield I turned the front towards me to see a newly painted scheme. “The head of the serpent. Is this the one I slayed in the North Sea?”

“The very same. We wanted to strike fear into the Draugr should they return. Do you approve of it, Audan?” I cracked a smile and handed the shield back to the watchman.

“It looks more terrifying than I remember,” I said enthusiastically. “I'm putting you in charge of painting everyone's shield just the same. Can you do that for me?” The watchman looked at the other guard and then back to me.

“It would be an honor brother. I will begin right away.”

“Very well, back to your duties then.” The watchmen resumed their patrols, keeping a wary eye on the tree line. The Great Hall was now in sight, a warm glow emanated from the fire inside. I pounded my fist on the thick wooden doors and a meek voice called out from inside.

“What's your business?”

“It's Audan. I'm here to see my father. Just open the damn door.” The door swung open slowly; as I stepped forward I could now see the guard that was inside. Father was just ahead sitting in his chair with furs draped over him keeping off the cold.

“Hello, Father.” He turned, looked up, and smiled at me.

“My son. I'm sorry to have awoken you so early. I trust you slept well?”

“I did, Father.”

“No nightmares?” he asked.

“No, Father. No nightmares. Not this time anyway.” He motioned to the wooden chair draped in furs next to him.

“Please, sit. Stay by my side for a time. Perhaps we can share a meal together.” He looked up at his guard by the door. “Tibor, leave us please and send the slave girls to fetch us some breakfast. My son must be hungry.” Tibor nodded his head.

“Yes, Rurik.” He briskly stepped outside. The door closed loudly behind Tibor echoing in the Great Hall.

“So what is it that you want to speak with me about?” I asked curiously. Father tugged roughly at his auburn colored beard over and over again; I thought perhaps he may pull it out.

“Tell me again, son, what was it that attacked us on the day that you and your brother returned home from your absence?” I was puzzled by this question.

“I don't understand, Father. You were here fighting with us.” Father slammed his fist on his arm rest.

“Just answer the damn question!” he yelled staring at me with wide, angry eyes. I stood in frustration placing my hands on my belt. It was too early for yelling in my opinion.

“How many times must I tell you, Father! It was the Valkyries and the Draugr that besieged us that day. You were not seeing visions or dreams.” Father rubbed his face vigorously with both hands as if to wipe away the memory from his blue eyes. Lowering his arms and grasping the decorated leather bracers on his wrist, he turned and looked at me with disbelief.

“I saw it with my own eyes and still to this day I cannot believe what I have seen. Undead creatures, flesh hanging from their bone walking amongst those that still draw breath. Beautiful winged women turned to skin eating demons before my very eyes. How could such a thing be true? Why would Odin allow such creatures to be released upon my people?”

“What troubles you, Father?” Rurik was clearly vexed by something closer to home.

“The Jarl, my son. The Jarl troubles me, his scheming and plotting behind closed doors vexes me terribly and I fear this may be our last winter in Bjorgvin. Damn Steinar that arrogant fool!” Father kicked another chair next to him in anger knocking it over.

“We sent messengers. What do they say?” Father laughed sarcastically under his breath lifting his head towards the sky.

“Ha! They say nothing because Steinar has given them nothing to say. They send no message, no sign of good faith that our alliance will be maintained.”

“What of the other Chieftains? Surely they will…” I was cut off quickly.

“No word, not even trade or commerce from our usual companions. The Volsung Clan, ScyIding Clan, and the Wylfings have all been completely silent to our calls for aide. I fear we have been everlastingly cut off from the Jarls good graces.” Father stood now, stroking his beard as he stepped away from his chair. “We have done well these last few months to repair our village, to fortify our defenses and prepare what men we have for another attack, but I fear it's not enough to hold off the living and the dead.” Dropping his head father kicked about a small patch of dirt at his feet.

“So we are alone then. We must continue to prepare for an attack, double our efforts.” Father turned to me and crossed his arms atop his blood red tunic.

“It is good to hear you say that, son. Just last season you would have suggested we raid Steinar before he had a chance to attack us. You have matured beyond your years and for that I am grateful both as a chieftain and father. You will make a fine leader of your people one day.”

“Thank you, Father.” I tried to think of a way out of our troubles but nothing I could conceive of seemed realistic. “Father.”

“Yes, my son; please, speak freely.” Father moved in front of the fire pit at the center of the Great Hall, slowly moving his hands closer to the flame to catch some warmth. A knock suddenly came at the door. “Yes, what is it?”

“Breakfast, my lord,” Tibor spoke from the other side of the door.

“Very well, come in and set it down.” The door slowly opened and Tibor entered first. Following behind him were two well-dressed slave girls with braided blonde hair. Keeping their heads down, they quickly placed two wooden blocks at our table with food. “Thank you Tibor, you may leave us.” Tibor bowed his head.

“Yes my lord.” Tibor waved to the girls to depart the room and they did so without hesitation. Tibor closed the door once more and we began picking at our breakfast of freshly made bread, dried herring, and apples from a nearby orchard.

“Apologies, son, for the interruption. Please continue and enjoy your meal.” I picked apart some food, stuffing small pieces into my mouth as I spoke.

“What if I were to appeal to some of our neighbors, lavish them with gifts or perhaps invite them to a great feast in our glorious hall. Would that not sway them? Perhaps even pull them away from the influence of Steinar?” It was rare for me to speak in such a way. Politics! Oh, how I detested the thought. My ramblings made me tired and I longed for the chance to drive the tip of a spear violently through Steinar's balls!

“You're thinking like a chieftain; regrettably, I've already tried all of it. While you and your brother have been working hard to rebuild our home I have sent goodwill as far as the Ice Lands. Word of your great adventures has spread throughout the kingdom and now the other Chieftains think we are either great liars or that I am old and have lost my wits.” Father scratched at his salt and pepper hair nervously. “This is exactly what Steinar wants, our allies thinking we are weak and incompetent. The Draugr may be the least of our worries. In any case, any fortunes of ours pale in comparison to that which the Jarl contains in his coffers. Competing with him will take cunning.”

“So if our lord turns against us and our neighbors shun us, what are we to do, Father?” Looking out a small opening in the wall of the Great Hall, Father gazed upon the majestic mountainside of De syv fjell or the Seven Mountains.

“The great snows are coming, yes. Soon the mountain passes will be closed and the ocean channels frozen. We must hold out for the long freeze and prepare for the battles to come. No raids shall be had by us in the coming spring.” Father stood and removed a dagger from his belt. “This time we shall spill the blood of our brothers,” he said as he violently stabbed the blade into a wooden table. The blade glistened in the darkness of the hall reflecting the light from the roaring fire as it swayed back and forth on its point. Placing one foot atop a stool, father raised a wooden mug from the table taking a hearty drink of the day old mead and then slamming it back down.

“A little early for drinking, don't you think, Father?” He emptied the mug and placed it loudly on the table. Father returned a dirty look bearing some of his teeth.

“What are you, my mother? Get me another drink if you're going to lecture me. By the gods…” I smiled and quickly grabbed his cup. “Pour one for yourself as well. There's something else I wanted to speak with you about.” My heart felt heavy at the thought of even more poor tidings.

“What is it this time?” I asked reluctantly.

“Come, sit with me and finish your breakfast before it gets cold.” I sat hurriedly placing our mugs in front of us and shoving more food into my mouth.

“Tell me again, my son, what was it like?” I knew exactly what he was referring to. I cleared my throat and took a drink of my mead before speaking.

“Valhalla?” I asked. Father nodded and I continued. “From what I saw it was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes upon, next to Sada that is.” Father chuckled taking another swig of his drink.

“Beautiful, is that all you have to say of our afterlife?” I looked up at Rurik, and saw his attention fully fixated upon me. I crossed my arms and rested my elbows on the table.

“The ice does not sting, the mead flows endlessly from great fountains, song is heard everywhere, but…”

“But what, my son?” I looked about the Great Hall hesitantly trying to find the right words to convey to Father.

“Valhalla, there is much we do not know, Father. A war is brewing amongst our gods. We must tread lightly.” Father looked at me sharply.

“Now is not the time for hesitation. Surely, we have allies amongst the gods that can come to our aid. Can you not call forth Odin? He assisted us once; he can surely do it again.” I shook my head several times, swallowing another piece of herring.

“It's not that simple, Father.”

Rurik slammed his fist on the table. “Well why the hell not?” A chilling breeze suddenly came over me.

“Where is your humility, chieftain!” The Seer quickly entered the hall appearing out of from the darkest corner of the Great Hall.

“Seer, how did you get in here? I told the guard no visitors!” demanded Rurik.

“How I entered is not important. It is the why you should concern yourself with.”

“Enough with your riddles, old man; get to the point or get the fuck out!” Rurik pointed to the door with drink in hand.

“Your impertinence is staggering. Even in the face of insurmountable odds you would rather hide out in your winter cave and drink yourself senseless. Did you not see with your own eyes the immortal beings and undead creatures that came forth for your own sons?” Rurik placed his cup upon the table and tucked his thumbs under his aged belt buckle.

“I did and I still don't believe what my eyes have seen.”

“If you doubt your eyes, then you doubt our gods, and if you doubt our gods you are no man of Odin.”

“Old man, get to your point. I will not have you enter my Hall and show disrespect.” Father gripped his mug tightly and I turned my eyes to the Seer awaiting his wise response.

“Very well. The Ragnarok approaches. The signs are becoming clear as day,” said the Seer as he pointed towards the sky.

“What signs?” Rurik asked.

“The ones your son knows all too well.”

“Son? What is he talking about?”

“The Elders, Father. The Elders said there would be signs of the final battle to come,” I said.

“As we speak, Surt is planning his escape from his rocky tomb.” The Seer sat down using his driftwood staff to brace his weary bones.

“Surt? You must be joking, old man. Surt is an ancient god, a myth; even if he exists he holds no weight over the All Father.” The Seer became enraged slamming his staff to the ground.

“This is no joke, chieftain! Do you not feel the presence of death everywhere? Can you not smell the rotting corpses in the wind? The Draugr and Valkyries descend upon us and yet you narrow your focus. You are blinded by your own ego and arrogance.” Father sat back in his chair now opening his hands in submission.

“Seer, my father is troubled by politics and means no disrespect. Please, stay with us and grace us with your counsel.” The Seer grinned and gladly remained sitting.

“Your son seems to have more sense about him than you. Take note, good chieftain, he may even be king one day.” The Seer looked about the table and lifted his gaze to Rurik. “Were you not about to offer me a drink?” Rurik stood reluctantly as he walked away to fill a wooden mug for the Seer. “It is time to gather you allies, Rurik. Time is not on your side. You may be safe while the snows fall but once the ice has receded your enemies will come at you by land, by sea, and from the heavens.” Father placed the mug in front of the Seer and sat down.

Taking a deep breath he replied, “What shall we do?”

“Tribute and treasure will not spare you from the sword this time. It's time for a lesson in humility.” The Seer quietly laughed under his breath knowing full well Rurik would struggle with this.

“Humility? And who am I to be humble towards?” demanded Father.

“It's time to call upon your father-in-law.” Rurik stood there speechless for a moment simply glaring at the Seer. I waited tensely for a response that never seemed to come until Father burst out laughing.

“I've never known you to have a sense of humor, Seer. Perhaps the drink has already gotten to your mind.” The Seer, however, did not appear to be amused.

“Call upon your wife, send her to retrieve her father and his army. They can open new supply lines and help fortify Bjorgvin.” Rurik was furious, his brow was heavy and turned a bright red. Running his thumb up and down the handle of his axe, it seemed he would wear it down to splinters at a moment's notice.

“Kenna will do no such thing. I forbid it!” he yelled.

“Is this you talking or your vanity, chieftain?” asked the Seer. Rurik paced the room back and forth; his rough hands balled up in a fist.

“I will not open my doors to that arrogant, insolent, bag of wind! He is not welcome in my halls.”

“And why not?” A soft voice asked. We turned our necks to find Kenna standing in the doorway of her chamber.

“My love. I thought you were foraging in the wood with the other women?” asked Rurik. Kenna wore a simple red dress of wool with a grey overcoat. She slowly removed her hood, revealing her stern gaze.

“I was but then my ears began to burn. I thought perhaps the gods needed me to return home. It seems I was right.”

“These matters do not concern you. I'd ask that you return to your duties,” Rurik commanded.

“What matters could concern me more than the welfare of our family, of our people?” Kenna strode gently up to Rurik, placing her hand on his bearded cheeks. Her hands were freezing from the outdoors. Rurik grasped both her hands placing them in his to provide warmth.

“The Seer was providing us his counsel,” said Rurik. Kenna raised her eyebrows, turning to the old man in curiosity.

“Oh, and what do you have to tell us. Have the gods sent a sign.” The Seer lowered his head out of respect for Kenna.

“The gods send many signs, my lady. I merely interpret their meaning and humbly attempt to convey their will. The bones have spoken to me and they speak of your father, Jerrik.” The room became silent; Kenna's eyes opened wide as she turned her head to one side and smiled.

“My father and I have not spoken for a very long time. Why would I waste breath on him now?” Kenna crossed her arms waiting for the Seer to respond.

“My dear, I don't presume to fully understand the meaning but I would assume it has something to do with our current predicament.” Kenna looked back and forth between Rurik and the Seer.

“What predicament? Rurik? What is he talking about? What are you keeping from me?” Rurik stood upright wiping the mead from his bearded chin.

“Sit down, my love. We have much to discuss.” Sitting at the table, Kenna straightened out her dress and neatly placed her hands in her lap. “We are in need of new allies. We have fallen from our Jarls good graces. Steinar no longer receives our messengers nor does he accept our tribute.” Kenna turned her head to one side seeming perplexed.

“Perhaps he is dead,” she exclaimed. Rurik smiled, reaching into his waist, he slowly produced a knife that he used to whittle at the table.

“If only that were true. Then our troubles would surely be at an end, but I fear that they have just begun. Even our neighboring Chieftains will not send word of their loyalty. We have been cutoff with only the snow and ice to protect us now. I believe what the Seer is saying is that it's time to make peace with your father and ask him for his help. It's been a long time Kenna, old wounds will heal.” Kenna pursed her lips and clenched her jaw.

“After the dishonor, I caused, you expect me just to saunter into his hall and have him accept me with open arms?” I was puzzled as I had never met my mother's father before. I just assumed he had perished in the raids long ago.

“Mother, of what dishonor do you speak?” I asked. Kenna's eyes were stern and cold. She turned to Rurik for some guidance on how to respond to my question.

“It's alright dear. I think it's time you tell the boy the truth. He's a man, he can handle it,” Rurik said calmly.

“I was hoping it would never come to this my son but it appears your father is out of choices. Long ago when I was just a girl my father Jerrik told me that it was time to be given to a proper suitor. Longships with emissaries came from all the tribes bearing furs, treasure, and riches of every kind to secure my hand. Father sent the emissaries back asking for the suitors to reveal themselves in person to be judged fit. The men came and soon father made a bargain with a Lord in the South Lands.

“I was to wed his son, a much older man named Finn. Finn was a warrior like your father, but unlike Rurik he was cruel and motivated only by his selfish glory. Finn was joined by many men including another I recall seeing standing at the back of my father's hall; a man with a handsome and kind face.

“I just had to meet him before Finn took me away, no matter the cost. One evening I snuck out from my chambers to find him standing watch at their longship. It was love at first sight; we ran away together in the darkness taking only what we could carry. We traveled by foot for many weeks living off the land until finding a small village that took us in. That man was your father, Rurik, who then was known as Tate.” Sitting in astonishment, I did not blink even once.

Clearing my throat I asked, “And all these years, your father has not found you?”

“I think for a time my father and Finn went searching for me, driven by their anger and shame that I had caused. Eventually, they gave up. We stayed here and built a strong community and created new families for us to love and look after.” Kenna wiped a single tear from the left side of her cheek. “Is this truly what you need? If it is I shall do as you wish.” Rurik smiled placing his hand lovingly on Kenna's shoulder.

“Then it is settled. Tomorrow we shall gather a small but bold group of men to escort you on your journey to see Jerrik.” said Rurik.

“You're not coming with me?” protested Kenna.

“Sadly no. We already have too few men. I need to look after our people.”

“So not only must I relive this unpleasantness but I'm being asked to do it alone?” Kenna was on the verge of anger as her eyes began to redden with frustration.

“No, my love, not alone. Audan will accompany you in this quest.” Mother looked at me and shook her head violently.

“Absolutely not! You can't do that. They will look at him as a bastard. They may even try to murder him.” Rurik turned to me pointing with a rigid finger.

“Take your best men, Jareth, Gunnar, anyone you wish. Arm yourselves well and whatever you do, do not separate yourselves under any circumstance. Do you understand?” I nodded sharply.

“I do, Father. I will guard her with my life and the life of our warriors.” Father slapped his hand on my shoulder and smiled widely.

“That's a good lad. I'll make arrangements for you to bring tribute as well. I'm still uncertain on how Jerrik will respond to Kenna's unexpected arrival. Let's hope that a beautiful daughter can melt the ice in an old man's heart.”

“Do you suppose that Finn is still amongst my father's company?” asked Kenna.

“I don't know much about your father other than where his home was the day we left it. If Finn is still alive after all these years surely he has found another woman to call his own. More likely he is drinking in Valhalla.” Kenna stood and leaned into the open arms of Rurik. Stroking her long hair, he said “All will be well, my love. You will see. The gods will protect us.”

“I ask to take my leave, my lord,” said the Seer. Rurik dropped his head and swatted open his hand towards the Seer, dismissing him.

“Audan, I'd like to share a word with you in private if you would honor me.” Without replying, I left Kenna and Rurik to their discussion. Stepping out of the hall, Tibor remained standing guard outside.

“You can head back in Tibor.” Tibor nodded raising his shield and spear slightly as he turned to resume his post. Looking back, I could still see Mother and Father in a warm embrace. Once outside, the cold air greeted my face as I followed the fast footed Seer.

“Are you armed, young man?” he asked.

“Of course, but why do you ask? Are you expecting an attack?” I was suspicious of the Seer's questions.

“No, young Audan, but I carry no weapons so it is wise to keep company that does.” The Seer picked up the pace and moved faster down a sloped grassy hill covered in a thick fog.

“Old man, why are you moving so fast?” The Seer did not respond. “Old man? Do you hear me?” At a light run, we headed towards torches at the edge of our village. “Where are you taking me?” Reaching the torches, the Seer stopped abruptly and slowly turned towards me. “I didn't know you could move like that,” I exclaimed.

“We needed to put distance between our voices and the ears of men.” Something was different about his voice, the raspy tone had vanished and a clearly deep voice was now present.

“Are you well, old man? You sound strange to me.”

“Of what old man do you refer?” The Seer lifted his arm and gently removed his cloak revealing his never before seen appearance. I braced myself to see the rumored grotesque features of the Seer's face. Slowly raising his head, I could see a long grey beard, hair that extended passed his shoulders and as his gaze met mine, astonishment came over me when I beheld a familiar missing eye that contained the stars of the night time sky.

“Odin…”

Two: A Debt to be Repaid

“Are you surprised to see me, Audan? I was hoping I could have a moment to speak with you.” The All Father himself had once again descended from glorious Valhalla to pay me a most unexpected but welcome visit. I quickly dropped to one knee out of respect but Odin grasped me by the shoulder gripping my tunic and lifted me upwards. “A Viking never drops to his knees, not for any man, not even for a god. To your feet my son, and stand proudly as a warrior should.” I stood quickly and was met by the steely blue eye of the All Father.

“Why are you here All Father? Is it the Draugr? Are they returning?” I was anxious for answers. His appearance could not be by mere chance. Odin motioned with his hands towards the cold rocky ground beneath our feet,

“Sit, sit. We have much to discuss since we last saw one another. A great many things have occurred.” I sat quickly crossing my legs and adjusting my sword sheath so not to jab me in the flank. “Now, tell me my son, what know you of the Ragnarok?” Odin's question struck at me deeply; what did he know? I felt compelled out of respect to keep my answers short and to the point.

“That it is the end of everything,” I said with a look of disdain.

“Everything you say? Perhaps you can be more forthcoming. Tell me exactly what the Ragnarok is? Hmmmm?” Odin stared at me deeply stroking his long gray beard that reached all the way to his lap. I paused and thought for a moment on the many retellings of the story I had heard around camp fires as a child.

“It is foretold that men and gods alike will do battle; many will perish in the coming struggles. The world will end in fire and smoke consuming all within it.” Odin released his beard resting his arms on his crossed legs.

“And this tale of old, do you believe it to be true?” His question perplexed me but I still maintained my earlier doubts of men tales of the Gods.

“I don't know what to believe anymore since visiting the sacred doorsteps of your home. Much of the world has transformed for me and changed for all time. Things are much more, complicated than they were before I knew you.” Odin nodded several times; his dark brimmed hat nearly touching my forehead and smiled widely. Out the corner of my eye I caught a crow flying through the mist that circled above and then quickly landed on the shoulder of Odin. He did not turn to look at the crow but merely leaned his ear into the bird's beak. I could hear the crow squawking quietly as Odin grinned and laughed deeply under his breath.

“Where are my manners? Huginn, this is Audan, son of Rurik of Bjorgvin. Audan, this is Huginn; say hello, Audan.” The raven cocked his head towards me and let out a squawk.

“Hello Huginn.” The raven leapt from Odin's shoulder to mine and stood perfectly still.

“Don't mind him. He helps me keep my thoughts in order.” The crow squawked once more and began picking at his feathers. Odin seemed to drift off for a moment in his thoughts and stared blankly ahead.

“You had something to say about the Ragnarok Odin?” I asked.

“Yes, turned you upside down as it were. Audan, the Ragnarok is not a guarantee but a warning of what may or can happen. As mortals you live such a short time but in that time you have the freedom to change what may be.” I leaned forward and gestured with my hand for Odin to continue.

“So how do we stop it?” I asked sincerely.

“That still remains to be seen. Freya works in the dark now, her intentions clouded from me. I have sent many scouts to learn her whereabouts. Alas, none have returned. Not even my ravens can find her after searching all nine realms.” Odin lowered his head looking at the ground. With his staff he quickly drew runes in the dirt. “She was not always this way you know. Something has changed her, drawn her ever closer to the darkness. With Surt still encased in his stone prison there must be another who is at play here.” Odin's runes began to glow and hum in the early mornings light.

“Then it is time to find answers at the tip of a sword point,” I suggested boldly.

“Audan, do you know how I came to lose my eye?” said Odin as he lifted his eye patch once again revealing the breathtaking views of all the stars in the sky.

“It is said that you gave your eye as a sacrifice to Mimir's well to trade it for knowledge.” Odin smiled and looked at me warmly as a grandfather might.

“And do you know what knowledge is? What is its essence?” I thought it a strange question for Odin to ask, never the less I answered.

“Knowledge is the difference between walking into a hovel at night with or without a torch. It reveals to us the things that are and that may be.” Odin slapped his knee and pointed at me with an open hand.

“Exactly! Yes, exactly it, Audan. My how you have grown through your trials. You see, I gave my eye not just for some knowledge but all the knowledge in all the realms. I can see the past, I can see the present and most of the time I can foretell what may be. Knowledge is everything and you should be willing to sacrifice for it.”

“So then you agree we should go to war with Freya and her monsters? To sacrifice everything for the truth behind this darkness?”

“There will be time for blood my son but I'm not here to lecture you any longer. You must go and without delay. Take your mother to Jerrik at the Isle of Edni. Every moment you stay here you are placing your people in great peril.” Odin ceased writing in the dirt wiping away his runes and stood quickly without warning.

“Danger? From what Odin?”

“Shadows in the dark; hunters of men's souls with fang and claw. I cannot see them clearly yet but they are coming. Assemble your bravest warriors and get on the ship. There is no time to explain.” Odin suddenly seemed nervous, even frightened. What was it that vexed him so?

“No, I must stay and fight them off. The people need me. I cannot leave them without a protector. We have already lost too much.” I protested.

“You don't understand, Audan. They are not coming for your people. They are coming for you. Your army is too small to fight them off. If you remain in Bjorgvin all you know and love will be destroyed. Get to the ships, make peace with Kenna's father and bring back reinforcements. You will need warriors in great numbers for the battles to come.” Odin stood placing the hooded cloak over his head once more. He stepped away quickly taking long strides with his staff in tow.

“Where are you going?” Odin turned his back to me looking side to side in his dark cloak. He then turned his eye skyward lifting his staff for a moment and dropping the bottom end violently to the ground sending an echo against the fjords that cracked in the air. He turned back towards me with a burning look.

“Back to Valhalla, my sanctuary. I must find answers to this darkness if we are to save the Norse world form this destruction.” I became angered that my friend was once again departing so soon.

“So you're going to leave us to the wolves once more?” Odin closed the gap between us quickly placing his hand behind my neck and pulling my face next to his.

“I'm not abandoning you, Audan; not now, not ever. Your path has been made clear. You can choose to follow it or stray. My work here is complete. You have been warned, I must go now. You will see me once more before the next full moon. Be strong Audan; your people depend upon it. All of the world depends on it.” As Odin walked away his cloaked figure slowly disappeared in a fog until he could be seen no more. Like a specter he vanished into thin air leaving no trace. How could he do this again? How could he just up and leave in our time of need. I think for a man who had actually met the gods I still perhaps knew the least about them.

“Audan.” Startled, I turned quickly gripping my sword. Jareth stood behind me with his open hands facing towards me. “Calm down, brother. It's just me. Were you expecting trouble?” he asked.

“Don't fucking sneak up on me like that; I could have killed you. You could make some noise you know.” I released my deathly grip upon the sword as Jareth walked towards me.

“Who were you talking to brother?” Jareth asked suspiciously as he looked about the foggy plain.

“Talking?” I immediately sensed that my attempt at playing coy would not get me far with my clever brother. Jareth pointed over my shoulder,

“Yes, there just now; I saw a cloaked figure walk off hurriedly in the distance. Who were you speaking with, brother?”

“Just searching for some wisdom from the gods.” Jareth let out a quiet chuckle placing his hands on his hips.

“Oh. I thought you might be going mad. That's all.” Jareth looked down at my waist. “Are you going to let loose your grip of that sword or should I be worried?” Gazing downward I noticed my hand still gripping the sword handle and I quickly relinquished my grasp. I felt nervous after meeting with Odin.

“Apologies, brother. It's quickly becoming a difficult day.” I rubbed my eyes and let my hands fall to my sides. “We sail to see Jerrik by tomorrow morning. Rouse the men and begin packing the ship.” Jareth crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, reluctant to take orders from me.

“And while I'm doing your bidding where will you be brother? I have errands to attend to as well.” Lowering my head in frustration I ran my fingers through my long hair to calm my nerves.

“I will be with you and the men momentarily brother. I need to speak with our dear mother about pressing matters.” Jareth had a slight look of concern on his brow but quickly turned away to do as I asked. “Thank you brother!” I said as he walked away. Jareth lifted one arm in the air acknowledging my thanks but clearly frustrated with the task I had given. I walked back up the path towards the Great Hall once more. As I pushed on the large wooden door it swung open loudly and made a crashing sound when I closed it. Walking through the main drinking chamber I once again arrived at the door of my parents chambers. Tibor was still standing guard as he always does with a look of surprise on his face.

“Audan, back so soon?” For a young guard Tibor asked too many questions.

“Just open the door Tibor.” Tibor quickly stepped in front of me with his serpent painted shield.